The Senior, Part Fourteen
Part Fourteen
In theory, maybe.
The taboo of sneaking around with a girl I definitely wasn’t supposed to be with was hot in theory. Especially since it wasn’t just about sex. When Jade and I first met, we had spent the night just talking to each other, and there were no expectations at first. And considering how well we had clicked in the bedroom the next day, there was no denying that there was chemistry between us on multiple levels.
Still. Not only was she my student, but she was a high school girl. Eighteen, sure. Except that wasn’t really an excuse.
When I didn’t say anything right away, Jade tilted her head. “What do you think?”
I had already told her that. Kind of. Though she was asking more about her most recent statement, rather than the rest of it. “I think we should call it a mistake. No, the better word is probably ‘miscommunication.’ Today is literally my first day teaching; even if it wasn’t, something like this isn’t appropriate.”
“Hmm. Aren’t you an english teacher? You’re really bad at getting to the point. Then again, your job is to nudge the rest of us towards our own conclusions,” she smiled. At least she wasn’t offended by me calling our experience together a mistake before correcting myself. “This is serious. We could get in trouble. It’s not appropriate. But, you still want to, right?”
“That-” That wasn’t fair. My hesitation alone was likely telling enough, despite her question not being way more gray than it sounded. “Jade. I’m saying we can’t.”
She brushed her hair back, then gestured towards me with her palm up, “I thought you said there was no ‘we.’ And you didn’t answer my question! Do you want to? With me? Not should we, or can we. Do you want to? Yes, or no?”
‘Yes.’ It was probably Jade’s intention. Framing things like that made me lean towards the affirmative, even though it was more complicated than that. And because we had been intimate with each other, it was difficult to feel like the authority figure between us. Being older hardly mattered when she had so effortlessly teased me yesterday, not to mention the fact that I had seen her naked. “It doesn’t matter,” I said, once again basically answering without answering, “I’m not-”
“That’s what I thought,” she said. Pushing off the desk she had been resting against, she sauntered forward until she was standing right in front of my own desk. Leaning forward and propping herself up on her hands, she pursed her lips in a soft smile. “I still need a lot of private tutoring, professor. I’m sure there’s so much you can teach me.”
I wasn’t actually a professor, though that was hardly my first thought as Jade slipped into a moment of roleplay. My main priority was not glancing down towards her cleavage in the dark green tank top. At the same time, meeting her gaze was just as dangerous. I felt a familiar twitch below my waist that thankfully didn’t turn into anything more. The open classroom door off to my side kept me pretty firmly in reality, even if Jade’s look brought me back to the previous day.
Taking a breath, I tried my best to keep some degree of professionalism. Admittedly, the girl before me was tempting. Between the two of us, however, I was supposed to be the mature one. “Jade, I’m serious,” I said, for the second time. However, that wasn’t enough. As she had pointed out, I hadn’t actually said anything that directly rejected her. Doing so was now less simple, both because of the way she was flaunting herself as well as how I had basically told her that I wanted her via omission.
Somewhat mirroring me, she exhaled. Hers was more of a sigh than what I had done to center myself, and momentarily drew my attention to her lips. Hopefully she didn’t notice. “I’m serious, too,” she replied, “This is hot, whether you’re into the schoolgirl thing or not. Admit it. If we did this, and it was our dirty little secret . . . you’re telling me that doesn’t excite you?”
Several potential responses jumped to mind, not to mention the fact that she wasn’t wrong. Still, certain fantasies sounded better in theory than execution. The main thought that I kept coming back was that I was not prepared in the slightest for this conversation. Ending things with Jade was the most responsible approach, yet I was only going to be able to do that if I had some time to figure out how to explain it without her verbally dancing circles around me. Apparently I could handle a class full of teenagers her age, but not a one on one single girl. Not a girl I had a brief ‘history’ with, anyway.
“You should go,” I said, “I’m supposed to check in with the office before I leave.” It was the truth, albeit one that wasn’t quite as pressing as I was implying. Any excuse would do at this point.
“And am I coming over later? You have been waiting for me, yes?” she winked.
Right. That. “Jade. Someone could hear you.” First and foremost, she couldn’t say things like that. Her voice had been on the quieter side, but it made me nervous nonetheless.
She smirked, and lowered her voice. “Oh, yeah. Dirty little secret. Should I take that as a ‘yes?’ I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
“No,” I said, finally managing to be direct, if only because she was finally prompting me with a yes/no question that worked in my favor. “Look, we can talk about this later,” I elaborated. After I had the space to sort out what to say. “Until then, we need to just be teacher and student. Okay?”
“Fine,” she said, “Actually, that’s better.” Standing back up, meeting my eyes all the while, she murmured, “It would be way more interesting to hook up here, rather than your place.”